Han Luoxue was lying on the bed of the health care room, with white gauze wrapped around his arms. His face slowed down, but he was still pale.

although it's only skin and flesh injury, it's not light.

Han Luobai looks at Li Jiaren guiltily and says, "I'm sorry, I don't know how extreme she is..."

before she finished speaking, Li Jiaren directly interrupted, "you don't need to feel sorry for falling snow. You are you, she is her. Her business has nothing to do with you."

"but..." Han Luoxue paused, then said: "why don't you explain, lady? You are definitely Ning Zhiyuan's fiancee. "

Li smiled and said, "why...